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Thundering Nights
There is power in sleep
Drifting to another planet
Where acceptance is gifted, magic on pillow
Removing sweats
No one witnesses my ascent
Noone holds the crescent of my bottom or womb
Tears are rising upwards
And I remember saying he approaches
The dark knight
I forgot to lock the door
I called my phone a gun
I held the corners laughing
A head nod means acknowledgement, without handshake
How my body shook to receive new beginnings
Life created
In the dark of Newcastle, the gritty streets, steaming fast cars and motorbikes
Crack houses giving spots to my clear complexion
Never on the pipe, yet the air we breathe is thick with it enough to be high
Kids faces snarled withered by rainy sheets of salt water
Streaming tears of lasses in leggings showing curves
Exposing all they had to offer
Married or laid down
I walk in thick purple coat, a negroe alone
Called Pet lighter shade I’m guessing
Asked to surf
Hiding the fact in baggy clothes and thick jacket that curves is all I to have
So I watch the surf humble to my desire to be part of the high life of Whitley Bay
Where there orange tans and designer clothers lay strayed near beach fire
My eyes corner as I descend into Schizophrenia or Bi Polar whatever they wish to call me
Unmarried, tarnished and disowned
Posh accent fighting my means
One pair of underwear bleaching clothes
Knickerless
I’m sold in West London from a foe
And so with thrust
I become
Mother
And in that is brilliance
Gods will
The ultimate test of my resilience
Which scurrys into sacral and solar plexus
I am Saturn
Turning as the world is burning.
